RENESMEE POV
I remembered my father, but mum rarely spoke of him. I knew she found it hard to, but he was my dad, and it was hard to not mention him. because he was always with me and Anthony.
"Mum?" I asked quietly when we were in our cottage, mum had hardly ever been in hers and dads room, changing in the spare room, where her stuff was.
Dads ashes and body could not have been recovered, we had not found them, and mum had found it hard to come to terms with, not even being able to know where he was.
"Umm." She responded, she was looking into the fire, her finger tracing the inside band of her wedding ring.
"Dad..." I began but she stiffened.
"Mum I need to..." But she interrupted me.
"You want to talk about him, you want to know how it felt, because he's a part of you." She said, her tone having an undercurrent of something I did not recognise.
I nodded, "Yes."
Anthony nodded to, where he was sat in dads old arm chair; he had become more like dad, impossibly so in the six months dad had been missing.
He was very much the man of the house, he kept mum feeding, and we talked about dad together. But not in front of mum.
She got up and stood looking into the flames, her arms folded across her chest like she was holding herself together.
"I miss him so much, but then I am angry." She breathed, her body shaking with tears that could not fall.
"Angry mum why?" I started but she turned, her face so pained it hurt to look at her, I felt bad for bringing it up.
More than bad, I felt sinful.
"Because he told me he'd never leave me Ness." She breathed, her tone heart broken.
I froze and she shook her head like she was angry at herself.
"And I believed him." She whispered.
"The fool." She mumbled and looked down at her hands.
Anthony looked down at his lap.
"I am sorry mum." I breathed.
"you have nothing to be sorry for, it is I who am sorry, because you don't like to ask me about him, but you should, because he is your father." She told us.
I smiled slightly and hugged her.
"Come with me." She whispered and led me towards her and dads old room, catching Anthony's hand on the way past.
He frowned, obviously wondering, as I was, as to whether this was such a good idea.
Or whether it would make her worse.
But it might have made her better.
She opened the door and picked up a letter off the bed, the room smelt musty with dust, not having been opened in a long time.
She took a stuttering breath and I felt bad, I knew how hard it was for her to be in here, to be so close to where they used to be... together.
She turned to me and Anthony.
"Whether it's here, or at Carlisle and Esme's, even when I shut my eyes I can still see him." She whispered.
Anthony touched her shoulder and she looked at him, her face heartbroken.
"Mum... it's not..." He sighed, "We don't want you to feel obliged to talk about dad... we just don't want to forget him."
"You won't." She said, and she sounded utterly sure of herself.
"He'll always be with you, as I will be." She whispered and walked back into the lounge.
The next morning, me and my brother awoke to find mm gone, there was a cigarette lighter in her room, some pictures of her hand dad, torn and burnt.
"Oh mum." I sighed and sobbed, crouching down to gather up some off the mess.
There was a thundering knock at the door and at first I thought it would be aunty Alice.
But as we and Anthony turned to go and get it, we were greeted by the one face that, had it arrived hours earlier, could have prevented this.
Dad.
"Where's your mother?" He asked angrily.
I shook my head and Anthony did to.
"We don't know."
Dad growled and stormed out of the back of the house.
We followed anxiously.
"And at what point are you going to tell us where you've been?" I demanded, it was easier to get mad than upset.
"I've been walking back from Asia, do you realise how long these things take?" He demanded back as we ran through the forest, following mums trail all the way.
Dad gasped as he realised where she was going.
"Oh no Bella." He choked out as we flew through the last of the trees.
Mum was stood on the edge of the cliff, a lighter in her hand.
She flicked it near her wrist, the flames licking her skin.
"Bella." Dad said quietly.
She spun and poi ted the light at him, his eyes black as coal.
"Stay away..." She hissed.
"Bella its me." He said, his tone a plea.
"No its not, I've cracked, lost my mind, like when you left when I was human, and I saw you then..."
"I'm really here Bella." He said and took another step towards her.
She stepped back, her heel skimming the edge of the cliff.
"Bella, Bella love it's me." He pleaded.
She shook her head violently.
"I can't believe... I wont..."
And she stepped backwards.
"Mum!" I screamed and Anthony through his arms around me.
Dad flung himself after her, catching her just as she fell.
He knelt down in the grass with her sobbing into his chest.
"Edward." She gasped.
"I'm here." He informed her, his face buried in her hair.
"Oh Edward." She sobbed.
He pulled back, holding her face and running his thumbs across her cheeks.
"Don't you ever scare me like that again." He growled.
And they kissed.
I sobbed with happiness and hugged my brother.
And for the first time in a long while.
Everything seemed fine.
But I should have known better than to believe that things as good as that, did not last.